I was just going to go inside. Harry was sleepy; it was time for his nap.
But James’s words had stopped me dead in my tracks.
“Harry, we’re not going to live longer, your mother and me.”
an optional prequel/sequel to Brahm's Lullaby

A beautiful witch, wearing trailing robes of yellowish gold, approached him. Her hair came down softly in golden curls, framing her face perfectly. Out of the four, she was the kindest, the most accepting of them all. She was the only one that accepted him.